Where it lies

I am home once more.

I arrived late and after much travel and little rest, naturally having even more to do before any of that rest may have been achieved. But I knew I won't achieve much by overworking myself, so at first, I made a stop to ask for some help.

The woodswitch was there, at her home, where I found her last. It would seem she has a helper now - I am glad for it. Everyone needs help sometimes and the burden of me asking her help felt lesser now that I knew there are others helping the woman in turn. Naturally, not without payment. I do not take items for free, I don't believe in gifts. Everything has value and I paid mine with a bolt of dunlending cloth, rough but sturdy like the people that made it. In return, I will have help stocking up herbs and spices and a stable for Kara to remain throughout the winter. I lack a place to put her in and Bree-land stables, while decent, cannot compare to being personally cared for by this woman. She loves beasts as much as she does any man or woman that darkens her doorstep. I know Kara shall be well cared for after the ordeal I put the poor thing through.

I have asked for another rune reading, though I do not remember what it said. In fact, after I asked for it, I barely remember anything before waking up in my own bed, fully clothed, with a cramp in my leg and a numb arm. I recall we discussed someone in particular, and that person's struggle. Demons of the past and nagging of the present.

I wish you the best, wherever you are.

Today, I begin hasty preparations for the winter. I need to stuff and tar my walls, repair the roof, stock up the larder and make a myriad other little things, favours I promised for those returned. I will need firewood, perhaps I can ask someone in town to help me with that.

Maybe in that tavern I heard opened in the homesteads. As good a place to begin as any.

Dunland was unique and traveling is still in my nature, but my heart lies here, in Bree. This, I know now.